Quickly, Zavian swung open the door, looking left and right. He stepped out for a bit and scanned the surroundings. No secrets had been let out during their talk. Neera was thankful for that at least, and who has a death wish to listen in on the King's private conversation?
Zavian came back, and beckoned to Neera at the threshold with an outstretched hand, "Come, let's go to my chambers. This place isn't safe."
"Was someone there?" Neera took his hand and let him lead the way to his wing.
"No. But I felt someone's presence."
At that, a tingle passed through Neera, enacting a shiver. Zavian felt it, and he looked her way. She saw it then, the way his eyelids were half opened, and the hand he cupped to his forehead to prevent the intensity of the lights from both the sun and the crystalline chandeliers hanging from the passageway. For a demon to get tired, especially Zavian, means days of exhaustion.
"We should get you some chamomile tea," Neera said.
